Haunted, lately.

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How is it that a ghost is haunted I'd surely like to know.  Not my affair, other than the effects, I suppose.  Wrestling with her in dreams, awake, and between.  Them, also, at times.  And, of course, what I was, am, and may be... in time.  Time, of course, is never what it seems.  Most haven't seen around that corner, however, so stick with what they know.  It's less frightening to believe in straight lines as shorter paths and traverses being in a single direction, so I... leave them to it.  Only hinting at the greater bulk of the truth.

Some songs almost seem as if they were written as an ode to my suffering.  And, then, find their way to me.  Being of a kindly nature, I share those with you.  This could have been pulled out of three or four of my posts, more or less, though many posts would do, beyond that.  Hmm...  Yes, I think so.

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While doing much better, it seems the ghosts have become more active.  Caught between here and there, a bastard of many things as I have noted, I am never sure who is haunting whom, me to you is true, them to me, me to them even possibly.  Maybe I hold them here with my memory, or they pull me with them, only you are innocent.  Mere witnesses to the recall of a thousand tragedies.

Ah, but it is spring.  Drown yourself in the sun and fresh air, or rain and gloom.  I will be finding paths to wander of flesh myself, soon, again.

Later.